"What's your favorite color?"
I can't wait to see "Meet the Fockers"! It's a sequel, so I suppose it might suck but hey, it's got Dustin Hoffman! It can't be that bad. I can't wait. Obviously the excitement has nothing to do whatsoever with the fact that it's been over a year since Lincoln and I went to the movies last. We are seeing it in Wisconsin where we will spend this Christmas and I'm quite excited about that. They have snow too! Well, we do as well right now, but you know, it seems this will be gone by tomorrow, when Connecticut will return to its favorite season, which is fall and lasts ALL YEAR.
I am almost done with all the Christmas preparations, just a few more cookies... Things have been too hectic, I am disappointed in myself. Next year I will schedule it all WAAAY ahead of time and be prepared. Ehm...
We cut our own Christmas tree 10 days ago and it took us about an hour and a half to actually find the right tree farm. That's because Connecticut has a crazy road-non-system and lots of hills and it is impossible to find out where a street is before you have passed it at least 3 times. Anyway, I would've been happy with a tree bought from a store, but *I* am not the one from a little town in Wisconsin that likes to call itself the Christmas Tree Capital of the World or something like that and *I* am no the one, who will cry thick tears if the Christmas tree is not cut by my own hands on a cold winter afternoon. And so the tree was cut, assisted by Digby and a happy toddler and then we hauled it home and put it up and like every year, the tree was too big. Because. You see, we need a tree that will reach the ceiling. Anything else is not worthy of calling itself a Christmas tree in our home, but any tree that is that high will also be very wide and, I don't know why, but our living room is still tiny and not big and roomy with hardwood floors, cathedral celings and decorative columns (why why is not like that?!) and so the branches are in the way of moving around freely. Luckily the very rugged husband knew how to trim it just right and now we can move around AND see half of the tv screen! (Just kidding! Of course we can see the tv well! We are not crazy!)
We have a nice little Christmas music collection at home and I won't lie I am perusing it, but I won't listen to "Silent Night". Silent Night is just for Christmas and Christmas only. It will suprise people that me with my cold heart will get quite teary-eyed listening to that song. It is just so perfect and has none of that "holly-jollyness" (YUCK) to it. And so I will leave you with this wonderful link that puts me in the worst fuzzy and sentimental homesick mood: Stille Nacht. Interestingly I have never been to that chapel, but that's what an ocean of distance will do to you.
Posted at 12:26 PM on December 21, 2004